


Soul Pals

by The_Rogue_Sylph



Series: They Do Have A Soul [3]
Category: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter RPF
Genre: Canon Typical Violence, No Proofreading We Die Like Men, fake ah au, power au, soulmate, uh ray dies
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-01-29
Updated: 2020-01-29
Packaged: 2021-02-27 13:46:54
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,795
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22458196
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/The_Rogue_Sylph/pseuds/The_Rogue_Sylph
Summary: Gavin had always seen Soulmates in a negative light, his Parents being soulmates and despising one another for tearing apart their previous relationships. Gavin never wants to know his soulmate in fear of meeting a similar fate. Fate doesn’t give him a choice
Relationships: Gavin Free/Michael Jones, Geoff Ramsey/Jack Patillo, Ryan Haywood/Ray Narvaez Jr.
Series: They Do Have A Soul [3]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1588972
Comments: 1
Kudos: 32





	Soul Pals

Soul bonds were a curse. That’s what Gavin had seen when he looked at his parents. His parents were soulmates and they seemed to resent it with their very being. Their power was a simple and weak one, the ability to slowly fall from any height. It was only useful in specific circumstances and hard to be used practically in anything. Before meeting the two had been in loving happy relationships, but after meeting their so’s broke up with them, stating to not want to get in the way of the romantic bond. Gavin feared that, that despite how astronomically low it was to meet his soulmate, that if he did he'd be forced to give up true love like his parents had.

Gavin was many things, most notably was his status as Golden Boy. He was a well respected Hacker in Liberty City, able to get the job done without fuss or questions. There wasn’t as big of an underground crime ring as say the West Coast’s Los Santos, but there was one thriving enough for the 24 year old to make his way through life. He also did his best to remain on neutral terms with the gang that ran the town, The Cock Bites. He knew they couldn’t track him, but Gavin didn’t want to add on any extra incentive for them to possibly do so.

Gavin flopped onto his bed and pulled out his phone, he had spent the entire day finishing collecting the data that a new client had asked him to get. It had been an utter time crunch, only having forty eight hours to get everything he could before an in person meeting where they’d exchange a flash drive for cash. In all it was fairly fishy and Gavin sure as hell wouldn’t be going to the meeting unarmed, but the pay out would be more than worth it if this was a legitimate offer.

Gavin’s face lit up as he saw several texts from the person he considered his best friend. They had met years ago from playing Halo together. They found that they meshed well and decided to keep in contact via skype, which evolved to flat out texting. Not that his friend knew what Gavin did for a living, and all Gavin knew was that Michael was some sort of bodyguard.

Mikey: Boi  
Mikey: You’ve been mia for like a day  
Mikey: Do I need to physically hunt you down?  
Mikey: Gavin?  
Mikey: I’m serious  
Mikey: I will track you down if you don’t answer

Gavin looked at the time stamps of the texts and winced slightly. Those had been sent two hours ago. Michael must be worried immensely by now.

Gavvy: I’m Fine boi!  
Gavvy: Sorry  
Gavvy: Was working on a project and lost track of time  
Mikey: Oh thank god  
Mikey: I was seriously debating on whether or not I should hire someone to trace your number.  
Gavvy: No need for that!  
Gavvy: I promise i’m all right  
Mikey: You better be.

The texts quickly devolved to them just chatting about their days and nonsense in general. Gavin had a smile on his face the entire time. He knew he had a crush on Michael, but between his job and the fact they didn’t even know each other outside of their texts, the feelings were trampled and shoved deep down inside him. Besides Michael probably didn’t even feel the same way. 

Mikey: Got a job tomorrow  
Mikey: Talk to you tomorrow boi  
Gavvy: Okay boi  
Gavvy: Night

Gavin put his phone away, figuring it would be best for him to head to sleep as well, who knew what tomorrow’s meeting may turn out like?

_He was falling, the sky was all he could see. Falling, down, down, down. He heard someone scream, it ached his heart despite the voice not being familiar. Down, down, down. He saw a figure drawing closer, an outstretched hand, an angry voice telling him to grab his hand. Gavin didn’t know who this was or why they felt so achingly familiar. The brit reached-_

Gavin gasped awake, eyes darting around the room. He was fine? He was fine. He was in his bed, he was just waking up. Slowly Gavin got up and shook his head as the remnants of the dream faded from his mind. That’s all it had been. A dream. Gavin got himself a small breakfast as he double checked the flash drive to make sure everything was in order. Gavin munched on his toast as he gathered his makeup, setting it all on the sink. 

Once he was finished eating he set to work, putting on the golden eyeshadow and eyeliner, carefully masking all his flaws in concealer, before finally finishing the look with the glittering gold lip cream. Gavin gave himself a small smirk in the mirror, settling into the familiar role of the Golden Boy. With his face all made up he went to his room, pulling on his clothes and placing his shade on his face. It was time.

Gavin left the apartment, grabbing the keys to his bike. It took very little time to reach his destination. An empty warehouse down by the docks. Gavin had gotten there first, bike hidden as he waited. Gavin felt a twist in his gut, like something was wrong. Gavin just shoved that down as a trio of people walked in. One was the client, One was a man in a bear mask, the other in a wolf mask. 

“I thought we agreed no people.” Gavin hummed out.

“Have no fear Golden Boi. I am just a cautious man.” The client said as he walked over, the two masked men staying by the door. This was all sorts of wrong. 

“Then forgive my apprehension.” Gavin said, taking out the flash drive and holding it up.

“Do you have the payment?” The man held up a briefcase before putting it on the ground and kicking it over. Gavin stopped the briefcase and looked it over before opening it. Unmarked twenties as asked. Gavin shut the briefcase and tossed the man the flashdrive, eyes flicking to the masked men. Gavin caught the brown eyes of the bear man and felt a startling electric current run through him and freezing him in place. That man was his soulmate. Gavin felt his heart drop. Of course he inherited the luck of his parents.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” The man said, catching the flashdrive, not noticing that Gavin and the bear man had just forged a bond, “But I’m sorry to say but you won’t be living. Mogar, Shade.” Gavin stiffened, of course this had been a trap, Gavin went to unholster his guns but a sickening snap stopped him. Looking up Gavin saw the body of the wolf man drop.

“Mogar! What the hell!” The man shouted, glaring at the Bear man. Gavin felt something in him settle. His soulmate at least chose to save him instead of getting rid of him. It would have been easy for Mogar to pretend he didn’t know Gavin was his soulmate, to let Shade kill him.

“You honestly should have paid attention! If you had you would have witnessed me and Mogar form our soulbond~” Gavin cooed out as he stalked towards the man. Mogar also made his way over, the fluorescent light of the warehouse glinting off of his brass knuckles. 

“Now wait wait. We can discuss this you see-” Bam! Gavin hadn’t let him talk, firing a shot through the man’s knee. With a cry the man fell down.

“My lovely little Mogar, do you think we should give him a slow death?” Gavin asked, and Mogar just huffed in annoyance.

“Just put a bullet in his skull and let’s go.” Mogar gruffed out, tone low and growly. 

“As you wish.” Gavin said, the man went to beg, but the sound never came out, a bullet entering his skull first. Gavin watched the body drop, feeling no remorse.

“You have a ride or?” Mogar shook his head.

“That’s fine. You can ride back with me on my bike.” Gavin said, taking the lead out of the warehouse. Mogar silently followed, internally debating with himself. Not that Gavin blamed him. He had just thrown his connections to whatever crew this was to the wayside for a soulmate he just met. 

The ride back was tense, Mogar barely holding onto Gavin. Gavin kept thinking about his boi. He guessed it truly didn’t matter what Gavin felt toward his friend, and vice versa. At least he hadn’t ruined things between them by confessing. Gavin parked his bike in his building’s garage, mogar getting off almost immediately. Gavin bit back a sigh as he got off as well. Wordlessly he led Mogar to the elevator. The ride was as tense and silent as the trip there. Soon enough they were on Gavin’s floor and Gavin was letting them both into his small apartment.

“Look, we probably got off on the very wrong foot. I’m Gavin” Gavin introduced himself as the door was shut, holding out a hand for Mogar to shake. Hesitantly Mogar took it.

“Michael.” The other said. Gavin felt a bitter laugh bubbling in his throat but swallowed it. Of course, the universe was mocking him. 

“Do you want anything to drink Michael? I have water and orange juice.” Gavin said, making his way to the kitchen, taking his phone out of his jacket pocket and going to text his boi, ignoring Mogar Michael following him.

“A glass of water is fine.” The other male huffed out.

Gavin: Hey boi  
Gavin: Just met my soulmate  
Gavin: You’ll never guess his name

Gavin didn’t miss the Michael’s phone going off with texts. He glanced back as Michael got his phone out. Then he looked at Gavin. 

Michael: What a coincidence  
Michael: I met my soulmate today as well

Gavin looked to his phone to Michael, realization dawning on him as he watched Michael respond to his texts. Holy fuck. Mogar Michael was his Boi Michael.

“Boi?” Gavin asked softly

“Boi.” Michael responded, sagging a bit.

“You know, when you said you were a bodyguard, this isn’t quite what I was expecting.”

“Oh yeah? So where does hacking fit into your IT job?” Michael ribbed right back, just like that the tension between the two had dissipated. 

“God I’m Glad you’re my soulmate.” Gavin said softly

“Yeah, same here boi. Nice to know I’ve been crushing on my soulmate the whole time.” Michael told him, then realized what he said.

“I’ll be seeing myself out.” But before Michael could go Gavin grabbed his arm.

“Looks like my crush is requited love.” In an instant Michael was crushing Gavin in a hug. Gavin let out a small laugh at that. Maybe soulmates were okay after all. 

“Okay. Now that the sappy stuff is out of the way, I may have been a cock bite and they may want you dead.” Micheal said

“Have been?”

“I’m pretty sure killing my boss counts as resignment.” Gavin nodded a bit at that.

“So, time to pack up and move huh?” Gavin mused. Michael only nodded. Gavin sighed and just shrugged.

“Heard Los Santos has a thriving underground.” Michael said, and like that it was settled. Micheal split, to clean out his own apartment. Gavin was just glad he had his purple blista as well as his bike, though now the question was how to get the bike to Los Santos. Even after brainstorming with Michael the only choice was to leave it behind. 

Los Santos was much different than Liberty City, for one it seemed as if the whole city was chaos. The criminal world was thriving and constantly changing as gang after gang rose and fell. Gavin easily made a name for himself, and Michael found no shortage of jobs for himself, branching into the explosions field. The duo had moved into one apartment, after all they were soulmates. Gavin didn’t mind it at all, especially not with the little dates the two went on when they could. 

“Hey boi, I just an invite to join this Fake AH Crew.” Gavin said as he looked over the email sent to him by one Geoff Ramsey.

“You gonna Join?” Michael called from the kitchen, making mac and cheese for their dinner.

“I’ll meet them first at least.”

“What if it’s a trap of sorts?”

“Then I guess we’ll deal with it then luv.” That was the end of that discussion as Gavin sent an email back confirming a time and date. The rest of the evening was slow, Gavin and Michael lounging on the couch as some movie played. Gavin slowly fell asleep in his bois arms, worries far from his mind

_The air was thick with anger, He was on a roof, someone at his side. There were two people across from him. The unmasked one began storming over to Gavin. The man next to Gavin, clad with a bear mask stepped forward to stop the man approaching. But in a moment Gavin’s shoulder was exploding in pain and he was stumbling backwards, stumbling and falling off the roof. Down down down. He heard a desperate yell and watched as someone dove off the roof-_

Gavin gasped awake, hand flying to his shoulder, the ghost of pain slowly subsiding. Michael snorted awake at the motion and looked over at Gavin, grunting softly in lieu of asking what was wrong.

“Nightmare Love.” Gavin responded softly. Michael made a soft sound and drew Gavin back to his chest.

“Don’t worry about it. I got you you boi.” Michael said, gently rubbing his soulmate’s side. Slowly Gavin calmed at that, falling back into sleep. 

The next day was all business, Gavin putting all the makeup of the golden boy on. Michael watched, making a face at Gavin.

“How can you stand all that stuff on your face?” Gavin just shrugged, he’d never not liked makeup and could never understand why it was a ‘female only’ product.

“I just like it.” Gavin said simply as he finished his eyeliner. Michael huffed and just shook his head at his soulmate.

“I should be back by one, if not my phone will send you my coordinates.” Gavin said, looking at Michael. Michael nodded at that. Gavin gave Michael’s cheek a small peck, leaving a faint golden mark behind.

“Love you boi.” 

“Love you too.” Michael said, watching as gavin gave him a smile before heading out. The destination, a small cafe, was only a fifteen minute walk, so Gavin was walking instead of worrying about finding a parking place. When he walked in he found he was the only person in the cafe besides the tired hostess. 

Gavin seated himself and waited, anxiously drumming his fingers against the golden gun strapped to his waist. Not three minutes later two more people entered, gavin recognized the man as Geoff Ramsey from his preliminary searches. He assumed the woman was Jack Patillo, Geoff’s soulmate. The duo spotted him and made his way over. 

“Golden Boy I presume.” Geoff asked as he took a seat.

“That would be correct mate. Geoff Ramsey and Jack Patillo. Pleasure to meet you.” Gavin said, holding out a hand to shake. The two shook his hand and so the talks began. All the details laid and ironed out, a beneficial deal made for the two of them. 

“Looking forwards to working with you Ramsey.” Gavin said standing up.

“Same to you Golden Boy.” 

“Gavin Free.” Gavin said, giving Geoff a nod before heading out, taking a circuitous route home, just in case. Michael was waiting for him, nervously pacing. As soon as he saw Gavin Michael was rapid fire asking questions on how the meeting went.

“Michael, Michael, Calm down. It’s fine. I’m fine. Though, I sorta have to move into the Fake’s penthouse.”

“Gavin!”

“It’s fine! I’ll be fine. I promise. Besides, they can’t stop me from seeing you.” Gavin said, giving Micheal a soft kiss. 

“Fine, fine. Just keep me in the loop. If you ever need an extraction I will be there.” Michael told him. Gavin nodded at that. Of course he’d keep Michael in the loop. 

“Promise.” Gavin said. The rest of the night were the two of them sticking close.

The next day started Gavin’s tenure in the Fake’s penthouse. He spent most of the day moving his equipment in and setting up in his new room/office. The days drug on, slow without the presence of his soulmate. Soon two more people joined the crew, The Vagabond and Brownman, and apparently the two were dating. That was a shock to learn, and made Gavin hopeful that he could convince Geoff to bring Michael on board.

But that would have to wait. Right now Gavin was meeting a client with Michael as ‘hired protection’. The trip to the meeting place was a bit tense. Gavin was hesitant to go to the top of the building, echoes of fear from dreams long forgotten haunting him. Micheal, well it looked like he wanted to tell Gavin something but just couldn’t. 

“Michael, are you okay love?” Gavin asked as they walked up the stairs. From behind him Michael let out a soft sigh, barely audible from under his bear mask.

“The cock bites are here, found me out. I’m not a grifter like you but I managed to convince them I had hunted you down here after you botched killing me.” Michael said, causing Gavin to tense up.

“They want to take down the fakes. Offered me a place back in the crew. I took it so I could keep an eye out for you.” Michael admitted.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll pass this to Geoff, say something like I’ve been keeping tabs on them ever since they botched a fals deal with me. Please. Be Safe. If you need extracting I’ll force the crew to get you out.” Gavin told him, pausing at the door. Gavin put on his fake face and opened the door, stepping out onto the roof. Two men were already there, the guard was in a simple anonymous mask.

“Ah, Golden Boy, I assume you have the usb stick?” The unmasked man asked.

“I do Allister.” Gavin said as he retrieved the usb stick from his pocket and showed it to Allister.

“Set it on the ground. The money is by the ledge.” Allister said. Gavin could feel panic icing his veins as he set the usb done and grabbed the briefcase it was too light. Gavin peaked inside, finding it completely empty.

“What is this.” Gavin asked, low growl to his voice as he displayed the empty briefcase. 

“A message to the fakes. Your pitiful crew will be destroyed.” Allister said simply, turning to MIchael.

“Burnie will find it very interesting that you’re working with the man who ‘botched a kill’ on you.” He felt Michael tense up, snarl on his throat. Guess gavin was forcibly inducting Michael to the fakes earlier than thought.

“Less botched kill and met soulmate. And you can tell Burnie that.” Michael growled. In an instant the air changed, Allister and the masked man going tense at the news. This was bad, after all soulmate pairs were a force to be reckoned with with the right powers. Allister Began marching over, god knows why, when a shot rang through the air and Gavin felt a blinding pain in his shoulder. Gavin was stumbling back as his hand went to grab at the wound. He forgot about the ledge. 

Gavin was tipping over the edge, Micheal screaming out his name. Gavin felt himself tear up as he saw the bright blue sky. After a beat Michael had jumped over the edge to follow Gavin down. Gavin wanted to shout at Michael, to call him a dumbass for following him off the edge, but found his throat securely slammed shut.

“Grab my hand Gavin!” Michael shouted and with Gavin’s good hand Gavin grabbed his soulmate’s hand. Then he felt absolutely weightless. He was no longer falling but was suspended in the air, terrifyingly close to the ground.

“Wot?” Gavin asked, twisting around to look at Michael. Gavin couldn’t see Michael’s face but could tell Michael was grinning from the crinkle of his eyes.

“We can basically put things in zero gravity.” He said as he saw Gavin’s confusion, causing Gavin to blink.

“Since when?”

“Since We first locked eyes.” Michael retorted and gavin gave him a look as they drifted to the ground. By now most people had vacated the area, having expected a splat. 

“You literally used to suspend shit all the time when you worked yourself too hard. I thought you knew.” Michael said honestly when the finally touched the ground.

“Well I did not.” Gavin huffed softly, but really couldn’t be mad at Michael.

“We should get you back to the fakes.” Michael said, going to support Gavin on his non-shot side. With the adrenaline fading he could feel the pain radiating from his shoulder. He nodded and Michael escorted Gavin back to the car.

“You do know I’m going to force Geoff to make you a Fake right?” Gavin asked him.

“Yeah I know. Like hell am I about to let you out of my sight any time soon anyways.” Michael told him, sliding in the driver’s seat. Gavin hummed at that, looking at his shoulder and wincing. Michael drove like a madman to the penthouse. Gavin was already calling Geoff to warn his boss.

“How was the deal?” Geoff asked as he picked up.

“We got scammed and I got shot in the shoulder.” Gavin said simply.

“Fuck. Okay. Do you need an extraction? I can send Ryan and Jack.”

“I’m already on my way back. Soulmate is driving me.” 

“You have a soulmate.”

“Everyone has a soulmate.”

“Please don’t tell me you met this soulmate at this botched deal.” Geoff said, voice sounding tired.

“Not this botched deal.” Gavin assured him. 

“The fact you clarified this botched deal does not inspire confidence in them.” Geoff told him before shouting for Jack to get the med kit and get to the parking garage.

“Long story short, back when I lived in Liberty City the cock bites set up a phony deal to kill me. Mogar and I locked Eyes and when the time came he snapped the other guard’s neck and let me kill their negotiator. After a chat turns out he was the person I was texting for like four years and developed a crush on. We then moved to Los Santos and then I got picked up by the crew. He’s the guy I ‘hire’ when I go out to negotiate.” Gavin said, hissing in pain as he shifted to look out the window.

“Tell him our whole sex life won’t you.” Michael huffed out, mask thrown off already. 

“If you’re into that Micool.” Gavin said, adding a bit more of his british accent to his soulmate’s name.

“If you weren’t injured I’d slap you.” 

“Kinky.” Gavin couldn’t hold back his laugh as Michael glared at him.

“Love you Michael.”

“Love you too Gavvy.” Michael sighed out as they pulled into the parking garage. Geoff and Jack were already there and Geoff made a show of hanging up his phone. Gavin only shot Geoff a pain filled grin. As Michael parked Jack threw upon the car door and began checking the injury.

“I’ll have to dig the bullet out before I take on the injury.” Jack told him

“Do what you need to Jack.” She nodded and set to work, carefully prying the bullet out of the wound as Gavin bit down on his lip. Dimly he heard Michael and Geoff talking to each. Gavin let out a sigh of relief as the pain faded, Jack taking the wound on herself.

Ryan and Ray were at the entrance to the garage, Ryan watching the new guy with a frown on his face. Gavin knew Ryan wasn’t a fan of new people, hating everytime Geoff recruited someone for the B-Team. Gavin helped Jack dress her slowly healing wound before waving at them. Ray gave him a short salute and Ryan only frowned more.

“Okay. Welcome to the Fakes kid. You’ll be rooming with Gavin.” Geoff said, Michael nodding.

“Who even is this?” Ryan asked, voice low and near a growl.

“That is my Soulmate Michael. He’s also the only reason I’m alive right now.” Gavin told the mercenary. Ryan was loyal to the crew and immediately simmered down learning Michael was not liable to turn against his little family.

“Okay. Let’s go Ray.” Ryan said simply, heading back in with his boyfriend following. 

Michael assimilated easily into the crew, his skill set rounding out the main six quite nicely. Despite Michael’s easy transition into crew the Cock Bites were vicious, attacking various warehouses of the fakes, and causing mayhem on their heists. It was causing stress in the crew, a suspected mole in the b-team. 

Their suspicions were practically confirmed when they were licking their wounds after a practically disastrous heist. The Safehouse was attacked. It was chaos, The fakes panicking and barely fighting the strike team that broke in off. The smell of blood and gunpowder was heavy in the air. 

“Roll Call!” Geoff shouted, several choruses of alive rang out through the house.

“Ray?” Ryan called out, worry twinging his voice. 

“I, I’m hit bad.” He weakly called out. Gavin heard Ryan barrelling through the apartment. Gavin forced himself up to follow. Ray was in the living room, in a pool of his own blood. He’d been shot in the lung, no way to survive. All Ryan could do was hold Ray as the sniper slowly faded. 

“This is your fault.” Ryan growled at Gavin.

“This is not my fault.”

“Yes it is! You’re the one the Cock Bites wanted to kill! Because of you Ray is dead!” 

“Ryan, Calm-”

“Do not tell me to call down Jack!” Ryan shouted at the Pilot, angry tears falling down on his face. Micheal seemed to want to fight Ryan but Gavin just held his hand, Ryan was grieving. Let him grieve. The sounds of police sirens were faintly heard in the distance. That stopped the fighting, the crew splitting up to evade the police. 

By the time They were free of police Ryan was long gone, a short text to Geoff saying he was done with the crew the last trace of the feared Vagabond. In one night the crew of six lost two. 33 percent gone. It was tense, the loss heavily weighing on them, the threat of Ryan attacking the crew’s home palpable. Weeks went by, the body of Kerry Shawcross being found with a note, “Found the Mole”, at one on the lesser used safehouses.

Then the leader of the Cock Bites called Geoff, begging for Geoff to call off his attack dog. Turns out Ryan was leading a one man crusade against the Cock Bites, revenge for killing Ray. Ryan did not want to stop, not until the Cock Bites were thoroughly decimated. Geoff talked Ryan down, convincing the mercenary ray wouldn’t have wanted Ryan to run himself ragged like this. 

“I’m sorry.” Ryan muttered once he came back to the crew. “It was unfair to blame you for Ray’s Death.”

“You were grieving.” Gavin said with a shrug. He didn’t really blame Ryan all to much, after all if it had been Micheal bleeding out Gavin would have reacted the same. Slowly they healed, the CockBites abandoning Los Santos to the Fakes. Two years They ruled, just the five of them. Before Geoff decided that they should expand.

“Sure sure I’ll put feelers out for a new B-Team member.” Gavin said, stabbing his pancake.

“I’m talking about main crew.” Geoff said, the room going quiet.

“Are you sure?” Jack asked him.

“Positive. It might do us good.” Geoff said with a nod.

“I’ll cast a net out. Set up an interview with a potential hire.” Gavin Said. That was why he cast his net wide, coming across a boxer in boston with a reputable record. He felt in his gut that this would be the guy, despite the distance. So Gavin set up one last test, without telling Geoff, of course.

“Hello there! I’m Gavin Free, though you might know me better as the Golden Boi of the Fakes! We’re looking for a new member, I think you’d be a good fit.” Gavin said, putting the right amount of excitement in his voice, and to his satisfaction the male agreed on the interview. Though Gavin immediately regretted everything when the day came and in walked a color disaster.

**Author's Note:**

> Ye boi, here’s the prequel sequel to Soul Buddies. I may do one more one shot in this au, might not. But yeah. I’m goingvto work on a few rewrites next, both Deorum and Wibh


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